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I couldn’t find a job to save my life. The only thing I could do was bake cakes and sell those.
And even then, it cost money to bake said cakes.
I was running out of savings at an alarming rate, and if something didn’t give soon, I would find myself once again living at my parents’ place.
Not that they would mind.
They loved me.
But I didn’t love living with them.
I sat back down in my seat and stared straight ahead, wishing that I had brought my own car.
Because even if I did grow a set and leave Tad sitting where he was, I had no money to pay a car service to drive me home.
I pulled my phone out and began to text my dad, wondering if he would catch on if I was upset or not.
I texted my dad a lot.
My mom, too, for that matter.
But my dad was my rock. My best friend. One of my only friends.
I wasn’t sure why, but I was incredibly introverted. It took everything I had inside of me to go to school and become a radiology technician. Hell, if it hadn’t been for my mother and father demanding I do it, I wouldn’t have even gone to graduation.
But then I moved here, trying to get rid of my crutch—i.e., my father—and low and behold I’d been forced to make friends.
I now had a steady client base here.
I also had a few really great people that had turned from clients to friends.
Just as I was texting my dad that I didn’t have cash for a hot dog, one appeared in front of me.
I blinked, staring at the foot-long length of meat that was in front of my face.
Would it be totally weird if I leaned forward and bit into it while the man was still holding it in front of me?
“Here.”
But the ‘here’ didn’t come from the man at my right—my douchebag date. It came from the man on my left—the hottie redhead that also had other pieces of meat I wouldn’t mind exploring.
Jesus Christ, I’d turned into a horny toad.
I looked up from the meat and glanced at the redhead that was staring at me with amusement in his eyes.
“Um, thank you,” I said. “But no thank you. I hope I didn’t guilt you into buying that. I didn’t really need it. But thank you. That was really nice. Thank you.”
Oh, sweet baby Jesus. The endless displays of gratitude were starting.
He grinned. “It was four bucks, babe. Trust me when I say, it was definitely no imposition.”
I gently lifted my hand and pushed it his way.
“My father told me to never take food from strangers,” I tried.
Seriously, I was not eating this man’s hot dog.
The redheaded hottie grinned. “My name is Lock Downy. That’s my sister, Ares Downy. I live in Kilgore, Texas. My dad’s a police officer. I’m a police officer. My mother is a…” he continued his entire life story until I was blinking at him owlishly.
